I did spend time alone in the Mountains cutting trees, and firewood, I cooked over a fire that would be covered with snow most mornings, lived on instant coffee and pinto beans, and when the wood truck would come every two weeks, I would go to town to bath, and wash my one set of clothes, buy some beans, and coffee, and treat myself to a few days worth of bacon since I had no refrigeration, and start all over again.
At night I would sharpen my extra chains for both chainsaws, and read great books by a Coleman gas lantern, while sitting in a sleeping bag.
It was a nice life for that period.
It has a certain beauty. Peaceful really.
ansel...be still my heart... would love that experience...for a time :)